"A dog speaking so presumptuously to me? What a [i]novelty[/i]."

Amelia's voice cut through the doctor's comments moments after they were made, the renowned occult expert casting a displeased lilt to her tone as though she were a king speaking to a disobedient subject. 

"Consider yourself blessed to be appointed as the assistant to myself. If you're blind, have been living on an alternate plane of existence, or have undergone some crippling brain injury and so were unable to recognize me on face, I am Amelia Alviss, the greatest occult expert in this kingdom. You may begin thanking your torture fetishist god for this opportunity. I'm in a generous mood, so I won't even charge you for having a poor enough sense of humor to suggest that I require your half-baked fraudulent schemes, or that they can improve on already-existing perfection."

This was an existence that had already surpassed the very premise of good and evil. This was the height of megalomania itself! Prostrate yourselves, lest you be overcome by the unending sprawl.

In order to punctuate the end of her statement, Amelia rocked back on her heels for a moment before stretching up, and knocking the good doctor on the beak of his plague mask, as though scolding a dog. That would show him. However, just as quickly as she had done this, Amelia's attention was averted upon the arrival of another individual.

"Oh? Have you been appointed as my assistant as well?" Amelia interjected abruptly, looking over the female knight with a terse expression and going quiet for several seconds before nodding. "Yes, yes, you'll do just fine. You have a good basis, that will be useful for this. Useful indeed."

Of course, Amelia had not the slightest idea what "this" was, nor who had gathered a set of people here for "this". It probably had something to do with occult things though; why else would they request for her glorious presence? That's logic right there, kids. Be sure to take notes.